"No way, it's just me and him at home. Now, even the cats and dogs are on his side. Anyone who ticks him off," Jacqueline paused mid-sentence.
I sensed something was off. Before I could ask, Jacqueline suddenly gripped my hand tightly. "No, he said he felt unwell, and I massaged him. Then he said he'd lie on the couch for a bit. Right then, my phone rang, and I think I heard him pick up a call too."
Could that call have upset Herschel?
I immediately asked, "Jacqueline, where's Herschel's phone?"
Jacqueline patted her pockets. "I didn't bring it... It's probably at home."
We definitely couldn't go back for it now, but I had a feeling that call was a lead.
Dustin and Conrad returned soon after, both looking grim. Dustin probably knew more about Herschel's condition and had shared the details with Conrad.
My heart tightened further. I wanted to get some clarity too, but Jacqueline was holding onto me tightly, as if I were a lifeline.
Another hour passed, then the ER doors swung open, and the doctor emerged, looking weary.
"Doctor, how's my dad?" Dustin and Conrad asked in unison.
"The bleeding's stopped, but the cancer has metastasized to the liver. The outlook isn't good," the doctor's words fell like a boulder.
Our silence was palpable; the doctor added, trying to be kind, "Don't lose all hope. With a positive attitude, he could fight a bit longer."
Was that supposed to be comforting?
Not really.
Herschel's life was ticking away.
"Thank you, doctor. We appreciate your effort," Conrad managed to express our thanks.
Herschel was moved to ICU, where only one person could enter.
It shouldn't have been me, but Conrad and Jacqueline insisted I go.
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